Whether it is minimalism or rather the nihilism, what I loved about this the most is how Alonso managed to capture both the simplicity and beauty of the character's world with the most mutilating claws.
Una narración contemplativa, sobria y depurada, donde cada sonido, textura, desplazamiento de cámara y los movimientos o acciones del personaje de Vargas envuelven hasta quedar atrapados en un recorrido donde lo que sobran son sensaciones.
It unfolds like a Joseph Conrad novel, the sea journey taking enormous significance as it goes along, shifting what begins as a tremendous, overpowering physical experience into a journey of acceptance and absolution. The vast calmness of the Argentinian jungle echoing with Vargas' inner peace shows us the true nature of Alonso's film: A tale of essential synchronicity between past and present, man and nature.
Under the huge umbrella term of "Contemplative Cinema", there are many films in which one can quietly wonder whether or not the director knows what he's doing; one questions if he's just your typical hack, shrouding his films with Dumont-like ambiguety and lots of long shots in a meager attempt to get critical recognition. Lisandro Alonso is not among them. 4/5.